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I’ve always believed in happy endings. Drizzly childhood afternoons spent watching old romantic films. Enjoying the emotional journey as the characters stumbled, freewheeling, towards a moment of clarity. To an understanding. A mate for the soul. To a happy ending.

Look at his mum and dad. Together for forty five years, devoted to each other, finishing each others sentences. How sweet. Suburbia. Coffee mornings. The Daily Mail. Non-smokers, non-drinkers. The house like a show-home. Something niggled me, but that’s just my dark brain. Ignore the uncomfortable feeling. Nothing I could put my finger on, just a feeling. What sort of daughter-in-law thinks like that? A warped and suspicious mind? Or instinct?

Occassionally. We only saw them occassionally. The blessing of a two hour drive. Be nice. Force yourself to relax and trust. Look how they dote on my babies. She loves them almost as much as I do. He. He doesn’t say much, just keeps her happy. Her dramas. Her demands. Her never-ending health scares. Our attention always firmly held on her as we wait for test results, referrals and relief. Her fussing over carpets laid with the wrong pile direction. Months of letter writing and phonecalls. An almost arrogant expectation for perfection. The curtain pleats. Perfect pleats equals perfect life. What would the neighbours say? How many neighbours have you had? Why so many?

She can’t deal with reality. She edits the highlights and buries the rest. Tutting at the scandals of others, when under her nose sons with drink problems and a daughter who moved away at twelve. Twelve. To live up north with her nan. Why? Why does a young girl want to leave her family and friends? Horses. She was horse mad and nan had horses. Simple as that. Did nobody wonder? Did nobody ask? Were they paralysed with politeness?

Spick and span. Routine. Joined at the hip. Not my idea of excitement but it was sweet to see a couple so devoted to each other.(more…)

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit –
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.(more…)

YOU – have to fight to say HE was wrong,
WRONG – for what HE did to her
HER – my daughter, so pure and innocent,
INNOCENT – a word not in his book,
BOOK – to teach right from wrong, good from evil,
EVIL – the only word that can describe him
HIM – he takes a piece of my heart every day
DAY – take each day as it comes, good ones, bad ones,the hurt will always be here.
It takes time to heal. (more…)

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